A/N: Thank you for the reviews and there have some interesting theories on who Clint's watcher is. Well this story seems to have caught a few peoples interests and as I seem to be on a role with it at the moment so I am now working on the new chapter and hopefully this chapter will be done in just a few hours or a few days, we shall have to wait and see. Or that is whoever is reading will have to wait and see.

In this chapter you also get to meet another of the main characters of this story. Unfortunately fan-fiction only allows so many to be put in the summary thing so there are more than a few regular characters that you will also meet along the way, as well as a few more Oc's.

Evil sod ain't I?

Hehehehehehe!

Clint groaned as he pushed himself up from the ground, his eyesight was blurry and he felt as though the world was spinning way too fast, for him get up straight away. He managed to push himself into a hunched sitting position, his ribs were screaming at him, gingerly he felt them, none of them were broken as far as he could tell but as for fractured he was not sure.

He could hear people working in the distance so he supposed that he had not been out for long, the supervisor would have come over and kicked him if he had been. Not that the thug cared about him, he was one of them that made his life as hard as he could but he couldn't afford for Clint to die on his watch, too many others wanted a piece of him before he finally had a fatal accident.

Hearing footsteps approaching Clint assumed it was the supervisor, maybe he had been out longer than he had thought.

"Are you alright?"

Clint glanced up to see not his supervisor approaching but rather a smartly dressed gentleman with a couple of guys following him. For a moment Clint thought it was the guys who had beaten him up coming back for round two and he flinched a little as the man knelt down in front of him. As he did so, Clint realised that it was not the thug who had tried to use his torso and face as a punchbag, as the man again spoke to him.

"I asked if you are alright pal?"

Clint nodded, wincing as pain shot through his head at the movement. He clamped his teeth, so as not to groan again and to stop himself from being sick in front of the man who it seemed had come to help him for some reason. He was weary of the stranger but the last few months had made him even more weary of everyone especially anyone claiming to interested in his welfare.

"Yeah," he croaked, "I'm fine."

"Well you don't look fine my friend, you look like you have gone a round or two with the hulk."

Clint glared at the man, he tried to get to his feet, he wanted to get away from this man. His world tilted again as he tried to stand, the man in front of him shot his hand out to steady him.

"Whoa there, you are not fine despite you thinking you are Mr Barton."

Clint glanced up sharply at the man, he didn't know him, he was certain of that but the man clearly knew him and for a confused moment he was unsure as to how, but then his mind cleared for clarity for an instant and laughed, a bitter laugh, of course the stranger knew him, everyone in this goddamn town knew of him.

The man helped him to sit back down as Clint seemed to wilt, his spirit giving up for a moment, he waited for the guy to start flailing on him, like everyone else in this town seemed to do whenever they got a chance but the expected blows did not fall.

Clint felt something wet touch his face and he flinched again, cringing internally at how jumpy he had become of late, he truly was as pathetic as he had been constantly told since his life had gone down the toilette.

XxX

The watcher had slipped away after Clint had been beaten unconscious, she had watched the thugs also slipping away when their task was done but not before one of them had kicked Clint in the face, even from where she was watching she had heard the snap of the boot against Clint's face and she had winced. That kick was going to hurt especially when her target regained consciousness and she also knew when she handed her photos to the man who had employed her to watch, would not be either pleased about the kick to Clint's face.

She knew that he had plans for the man that she had been watching and any bruises on his face was something he definitely had not wanted, if the target was too bruised then he would not be making money for her employer any time soon. Something that would definitely piss off her employer, money after all was possibly the only thing he truly loved and an asset that could make him no money was of no use to him at all.

As she slipped out of the building and started to make her way away from the scene, she saw three men in the distance making their way over to her fallen target, she could see that he was beginning to move. Consciousness was not swift in coming back she could see but the beating he had received had been vicious.

Slipping round the side of the building and into the alley behind it, she made her way over to her parked car, pulling the door open she slipped in and out her camera equipment over onto the passenger seat. Starting the car, she reversed it back into the street and then made her way across town to where she was to meet her employer.

XxX

Charlie Henderson leaned back in his seat and stretched, he had had a long day and it was far from over yet. Soon the asset he had had someone watching would be in his grasp, he had plans for the former disgraced Shield agent but first he had to deal with those he had hired to do certain jobs for him.

The sound of a knock at his office door informed him that one of his hired hands had arrived and called out for them to enter.

"Come in."

The door opened and his little watcher entered his office, her camera equipment in her hand. He waited as she approached his desk, he felt the excitement inside him building this was one part of his work that he found quite exhilarating, the anticipation of what he would see on the photos of his soon to be asset.

"There are the pictures you wanted Mr Henderson, I kept watch like to told me to, even when those thugs beat the crap out of him. I took snaps of everything, of the target, the thugs, the beating, I left before he regained consciousness though. Although he was starting to come to as I left but I made sure that he didn't see me nor the three men who approached when he was still on the ground."

Charlie nodded as he listened to her words, his watcher had slipped back a cover on one of the compartments of her camera as she was speaking, and removed the memory card which she then handed to him.

He slipped it into the computer that sat on the desk in front of him, he scrolled down through the images but stopped at the one showing the thug who kicked Clint in the face, while he was laying on the ground after the beating.

His watcher standing before his desk watched as he had scrolled down and saw the look on his face when he had stopped at she assumed to be the image of the thug kicking the target in the face. She saw her employers eyes squint and the look of pure rage briefly flash through them, she knew the one who had done the kicking was going to be in for a world of hurt.

Charlie still looking through the pictures gestured at her with his hand to get out and she did, she knew from the mans reputation that when he told someone to do something they did it quick. If they didn't, well depending on his mood they either would not be around long enough to regret it and generally they were the lucky ones, the unlucky ones lived long enough to regret their actions.

Slipping out of the door, she glanced back briefly not at all liking the look on the face of her employer.

A/N: I'm thinking that someone is going to be in trouble. What will he do to the one who kicked Clint in the face?